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It sounded like distant, muffled
Bass notes with occasional
Pinging laser-shots echoing sharply;
The lake was a massive amplifier,
Icy skin the soundboard…
Sun above, frigid water below,
Playing tug-of-war: splitting, cracking, stretching
The frozen, February surface…
A concert heard only by
Me and a the few crows chasing crumbs
On the frosty lakeshore.
D.J. Haslett
Copyright 2007
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